Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sunday evening



Time passes. Annie, 9 mos., in her crate. She's a hooligan; a wild child. She's not crated for long...for her supper because she'd eat everyone else's but her own; when she needs time out or there are too many people in the house coming and going...she's safer in her crate but otherwise, she's growing like a weed.

J. has felt the impact of the accident in his lower back. His facial scar, sewn up by an intern, you'd hardly notice now and he had about 11 or 12 stitches in it. His black eyes have all but gone. It was a close call. We drove out to the glider club for a picnic lunch today and I had a good look at the aircraft. One section of the front plexiglass window screen blew in and we feel this is what caused the wound just above his right eye. His glasses likely saved him from any further damage to his eye.


Grace, it's a long winter ahead. I hope you have quilt projects lined up and that John's tests allow some answers for you both.


Doris, you are a tall, elegant woman of a certain age. In my next life I'm putting in for over 5'8".


First frost of autumn last night, not enough to damage the stronger plants and the impatiens were under cover of the porch roof but this week will see the rest of the flower beds put to bed for the winter ahead. Geraniums to be potted and brought inside. Problem is where to put them. Annie has a habit of stripping any plants in sight.


Rosey

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